After the rebirth, the president and I are in HE

Rong Qing is not happy.

The waves surged onto the beach, snow-white flowers kissed the yellow sand and stones, and the water overflowed the feet.

She shook slightly, bowed her head and said nothing.

The sea is a bit cold, the sand is soft, the laughter of children can be heard from the shore, and the wind blows the coconut trees rustling, everything is beautiful and quiet.

Rong Qing felt aggrieved.

She doesn't believe in herself.

With this, no matter how beautiful things are, they have no color.

Rong Qing raised her head to look at Xiao Ran, she was walking in front of her, she was tall, with her hands in her pockets, her clothes were too big, and her sleeves were more than half long, she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing a delicate forearm.

Milky white, like the whiteness of classical sculptures, soft and moving.

At this time the wind picked up.

Rong Qing saw her stretching out her milky white fingertips, combing her short wind-blown hair over her ears, the earlobes were like water droplets.

Contains dew.

Breathing is a little slow.

Her gaze stayed on the earlobe, where it was slightly red and pink, just like the color of cherry blossoms in March.

Sensing her gaze, Xiao Ran raised his head to look at her, his round eyes showed a bit of doubt, and the hair that was blown by the wind stood up, looking very childish.

Rong Qing's heart softened instantly.

That unknown grievance disappeared without a trace with the waves, but I really wanted to go up to her and pat her head.

I touched her head and rubbed it, the desire to get closer grew from deep inside.

Almost irresistible.

"Xiao Ran?"

A cry came from a distance, Rong Qing woke up startled, took a step back, and looked back, there was a woman in her twenties carrying a bunch of things on her shoulders, waving her arms at Xiao Ran in surprise, and shouting her name.

Xiao Ran was stunned.

It looks familiar, but I just can't name it.

While Xiao Ran was still hesitating, the woman had already walked in front of her. Her complexion was wheat-colored. Because of her youth, she was not ugly, but she felt healthy. She was carrying a schoolbag on her shoulder with the zipper open, and a piece of red rice paper was inserted upside down in the in.

"When did you come back? I didn't even hear from Uncle Xiao. It just so happens that we go back to the ancestral hall together. If the village chief scolds me later, you, a college student, can stop him."

The woman was wearing red short sleeves, and she was wearing a handicraft made of shells, she stretched out her hand and pulled the backpack up, the shells collided and made a crisp sound, then she looked up and saw Xiao Ran was a little dazed, and said: "Hai Lan! Not really, it's only been three years since we haven't seen each other."

"Taller!"

See the red scar on her neck.

Xiao Ran immediately laughed and said, a little strange why the village chief scolded her, and asked, Hai Lan just joked with a smile.

It's the Sea God Festival recently, and the ancestral hall is supposed to be very lively, so it's good to go and have a look.

She turned around and said to Rong Qing, "Shall we go to the ancestral hall together?"

Of course Rong Qing had no reason to refuse, she nodded, looked up and noticed the curious eyes of the woman opposite, and was about to speak when she heard her ask: "Xiao Ran, is this your friend?"

"Well, my colleague Rong Qing." Xiao Ran replied.

colleague!

Rong Qing was stabbed again.

She turned to look at the sea, the endless sea, bottomless, far away, under the calm sea, no one knew what was hidden.

Hai Lan was walking on Li Ran's left, her gaze still fixed on Rong Qing, and she said as she walked, "She looks so pretty, her skin is so fair."

The straightforwardness of the compliment makes it more sincere.

Xiao Ran was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at Rong Qing. She was looking at the sea. The background was the blue sky. The hem of the skirt, the round hat with lace straps on the head, revealing a clean chin, noble and beautiful.

Rong Qing seemed to hear the woman's praise, and turned to look at them. The round hat blocked her view, so she had to pull the back of the hat and pull it down. The round hat was pulled back, revealing a pair of near-perfect eyes, the pupils of which were like the color of the sea.

Mysterious and quiet.

Xiao Ran nodded lightly, "It's pretty pretty."

nice?

Does she mean she looks good?

Rong Qing couldn't help laughing, with the corners of her lips turned up, holding the skirt in one hand and the hat in the other, she came forward, kissing her calves one after another, jumping happily.

Hailan looked at her curiously, as if she didn't understand how a woman who was in a rather melancholy mood just now, could be as happy as a child with a compliment from Xiao Ran.

She doesn't understand.

Even Rong Qing was thinking about it.

How can people be so strange.

But before she could figure it out, the three of them walked to the ancestral hall.

...

"Who is this? A tourist? Why did you come to the ancestral hall?"

"No, there's Xiao Laosan's girl on the far side, I don't know about the other one, it's probably her friend."

"His daughter? Tsk tsk tsk. I really can't recognize her temperament! Her friend is also, her skin is just different from ours."

The ancestral hall is quite big, a few women by the door were chatting, their eyes wandered over Xiao Ran and Rong Qing who had just stepped in, one of the women shouted to Father Xiao who was collecting the keel in the hall: "Xiao Laosan, your girl is here gone."

Xiao Ran looked in the direction the woman was pointing at, and saw her father holding the bamboo weaving, put down the dragon skeleton, waved at herself, and she walked forward.

Rong Qing followed behind, looking left and right at the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall is very large, and the structure of the courtyard is square and square. It is all made of wood, with carved beams and painted buildings. It has a historical heritage and does not look dilapidated. It can be seen that people are doing maintenance all the year round.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the courtyard. The sun shines into the center of the courtyard. A huge fire dragon is hovering. It is almost completed. The appearance on the faucet is very vivid and lifelike. Several older masters are doing the final decoration.

Going in again is the main room. There are four mahogany chairs on the left and right sides, and two grand master chairs in the middle.

Behind it is the pyrotechnic stand, on which are placed the god cards of the ancestors.

Father Xiao was talking to Xiao Ran, when suddenly bursts of angry curses came from the main room.

"What's the matter? It's only been two days, and you haven't written your prayer yet? Can you forget the big things?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect Xiang Lao to get sick all of a sudden."

In the corner of the main room of the ancestral hall, several older people gathered together, and a junior stood in front of him, with his palms folded, apologizing non-stop.

A few people scolded fiercely, the eyebrows were not eyebrows, the eyes were not eyes, and a hollow area was formed around it, and no one else dared to approach it.

The man who was scolded was the village head, but even so, he didn't dare to contradict him in front of the elders of the clan, he apologized repeatedly, and looked up to see Xiao Ran.

To be precise, he saw Hai Lan behind Xiao Ran.

The village chief's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted, "Hai Lan! Come here quickly! How is Mr. Xiang? Did you write it?"

A group of people looked at Hailan.

Under the cannibalistic eyes of several elders, Hailan moved out step by step, took out the red copybook in her backpack, and said in a friendly voice, "Xiang Laozhen is very sick."

The copybook is blank.

"Not at all! Are you in bed?" The village head straightened up.

Hailan stepped back, "I'm in bed."

The village chief's neck was red, and he pointed to the post with one hand, "Have you tried to help it up?"

After saying this, everyone around looked at the village head.

It's too much, people are lying in bed to recuperate, and they are helped up to write blessings.

Hai Lan obviously thought the same way, some disagreed, but she didn't dare to refute, she retreated behind Xiao Ran, muttering, "If you didn't get someone to write it earlier, who is to blame for the accident?"

"Look at what you have done!" Several old people were anxious, pointing at the village chief and swearing, angry and anxious.

There is an extremely important ceremony in the Sea God Festival, which is to pray for blessings. After the written prayers are read, they are burned by fire dragons, so that the fishermen's wishes can be passed on to the gods.

Going to sea is a very risky job, so most fishermen believe in the Sea God, especially on days like the Sea God Festival.

Prayers are generally written by people with a good reputation and good handwriting in the clan, but there are not many people in Xiaojia Village who can write big characters.

"Tell me! What to do now!"

The old people couldn't stop cursing, and they questioned the village chief angrily. The village chief was also anxious, and he said, "Why don't I write it?"

"Just your word? Your old man is angry when he sees it, let alone a god, he speaks human words!"

A group of people were whispering among themselves, but it was just that, the village chief's handwriting was indeed not much better than that of a dog crawling.

"Let Xiao Ran try it?" Hai Lan said suddenly, she said seriously: "Xiao Ran is also a famous college student after all."

Everyone's eyes turned to Xiao Ran and Rong Qing, and many people nodded repeatedly, quite agreeing with Hai Lan's words.

Xiao Ran raised his head, just in time to see the fiery eyes of the village chief, drink!

It's frightening.

Xiao Ran was a little hesitant, but Rong Qing who was beside him noticed it, and the booing from the crowd became louder and louder.

"May I give it a try?" Rong Qing leaned out and said to the village chief with a smile.

A few elders frowned first. They saw that Rong Qing was young and a woman, and they subconsciously thought that she could not write any good characters.

Other people who were working in the ancestral hall put down their things and whispered among themselves: "Who is she? Her tone is not small. Writing is a waste of paper."

One of the elders was even more straightforward: "Little sister, is this a scenic spot? You can't visit it. You should go outside the ancestral hall to play."

Oh, after saying that, Rong Qing stepped back,

She smiled, stood beside Xiao Ran, put her hand lightly on her arm, and did not speak.

But the smile seemed to say, hehe, he looked like he was watching a play.

Xiao Ran also lowered her head and smiled, she knew that although Rong Qing's handwriting was not a master's work, it was also commented by the teacher as having a unique style.

Father Rong is a calligraphy lover, and he loves to write very much, but he can't write well, so he entrusts his hopes to his daughter to cultivate this quality from an early age.

"Village Chief, let Rong Qing try that piece of paper!"

Hai Lan opened her mouth, but she didn't know the reason. She took out a piece of red rice paper, walked to the front of the table, spread it out and said to Rong Qing, "Come and try!"

Rong Qing blinked, didn't speak, and didn't step forward.

"Just try it, get the newspaper," said the village chief.

There are other ways, and it doesn’t cost money to try.

The village chief took out a piece of torn newspaper and spread it out on the table, and said to Rong Qing, "You try it?"

The big guy is still not optimistic about Rong Qing.

The discussion below, like mosquitoes, is thin and broken.

Rong Qing ignored it.